Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts

Chapter 6200 Heaven Earth Prison

The giant gate trembled as it descended, unleashing a terrifying pressure that surged toward Long Chen and the others.

“What?!”

Long Chen’s expression darkened. That pressure was boundless and ancient. For the first time in ages, he felt like an ant beneath a divine mountain. Sovereign flames? Astral energy? What a joke. Beneath this will, all resistance was meaningless.

“What is that?!”

Frightened shouts rang out as the aura of death enveloped everyone.

The gate drew closer, and with it came the grinding roar of worlds colliding. Every channel lit up.

Long Chen sensed it clearly—this was no ordinary dimensional gate. These channels were like branches of a divine tree, carrying the karmic energy of the nine heavens. The karmic energy resisted the encroaching pressure of the gate.

“The heaven region’s battlefield has triggered the laws of the nine heavens. It can’t be a minor world…” Long Chen muttered, stunned.

A flicker of understanding flashed through Long Chen’s heart. He recalled the world he had glimpsed outside the nine heavens. A world bound in chains. A world between realms.

“That world…”

His thoughts snapped to the chained channel he had seen in the whale necropolis. This gate exuded the same ancient, oppressive aura.

The gate trembled again as the power of two worlds clashed.

Beneath this giant existence, the powerful experts of the nine heavens felt like ants. They had no ability to resist and could only entrust their hopes to the laws of the nine heavens.

As the gate got even closer, the channels blazed with light and spinning whirlpools.

“That whirlpool!” Long Chen exclaimed, staring in disbelief.

“That’s the aura of Divine Sovereigns!” shouted some experts.

A mocking voice echoed from a nearby channel.

“Hmph, you country bumpkins don’t know anything. Every whirlpool is the undying will formed after a Divine Sovereign’s death. It is only thanks to their undying will that we can enter the heaven region’s battlefield.”

As that giant gate got closer, the laws of this space also changed. They could now hear the voices of people from nearby channels.

“There are tens of thousands of these channels… You’re telling me this many Divine Sovereigns died here?!” shouted someone.

That realization sent a chill through every heart.

Long Chen stood silently before the gate, gazing at the whirling remnants of Sovereigns. He could feel it—rage, grief, and battlelust all echoed from within those whirlpools.

Images of slaughter appeared in his mind.

“The heavens are unjust! Disciples, use our corpses to climb ahead! Carve out a future for the nine heavens!”

“The prison of heaven and earth… how can our descendants live as prey for those beasts?”

“We offer our blood and souls to reopen the path of the heavens! Descendants, inherit our will! Break the shackles! Let the new era dawn!”

“Kill!”

“Kill!”

“KILL!”

…

Furious roars echoed in Long Chen’s mind. They were so full of resentment and outrage that they could reach Long Chen through the long flow of history.

Long Chen subconsciously clenched his fists. The killing intent within him was surging uncontrollably.

The prison of heaven and earth… The heavens are unjust… What kind of new era were they fighting for?

Countless questions surged in Long Chen’s heart as he stared into the swirling abyss above.

BOOM!

The space above them suddenly blew open, and an enormous set of golden scales appeared above the nine heavens.

At either end of the scales were bowls—one a deep blood-red, while the other black as ink.

“The primal chaos scales!” someone cried. “The red represents the nine heavens, while the black represents the foreign devils. As the battle unfolds, each death will shift the scales. Once one side tips to the bottom, the other is expelled from the battlefield. You weaklings, I’m begging you not to ruin things for the nine heavens! Your deaths will only become chips for the other side, and it will only quicken our defeat.”

This person gave a quick explanation for the weaker experts, his voice hoarse from emotion.

But not everyone agreed.

“Hmph, the heaven region’s battlefield is filled with countless opportunities. If you have the chance to enter, why shouldn’t we? Why should we leave?”

“You aren’t qualified to criticize us! We will take responsibility for our decisions!”

“So what if we’re weak? Weren’t you weak once too?! Why do you get to become stronger, but we don’t? You have no right to take away our chance!”

Arguments rang out from the particularly weak group, enraging countless people. If it weren’t for the channels separating them, they would have charged in and killed those weaklings themselves.

If it had been before, the dragon race would’ve been just as outraged.

But Long Chen’s earlier words echoed in their minds. If they were in the same position, would they abandon the chance to change their fates for the bigger picture?

Those masked cultivators were weak, but they were not ignorant. They knew they would likely never return. And still, they stepped forward. Was it not precisely to get stronger? There was nothing wrong with that.

“Boss, it’s not good.” Xia Chen suddenly sent a private transmission. “When the gate trembled earlier, I used a formation to scan the battlefield… There are hundreds of channels filled with weaklings!”

To not give a blow to everyone’s morale, he kept this information between him and Long Chen.

If they were slaughtered too quickly, the primal chaos scales would tip before the true warriors even had a chance to fight. The battle could be lost before it ever started.

Long Chen had anticipated that someone would send cannon fodder to tilt the balance.

But this many?

Furthermore, this came without warning.

None of the major factions had received word, which meant that the mastermind had to be terrifyingly powerful. It could influence the entire nine heavens without leaving a trace.

Throughout all the nine heavens, only a handful of existences fit the description. The Brahma line was the most likely suspect.

This was a naked scheme. But even though Long Chen knew it, there was nothing he could do about it. There was no way to stop it.

Once the gate opened and everyone entered, they’d be scattered across the battlefield. There would be no order. No countermeasure.

If they couldn’t kill enemies faster than those Sovereign sprouts got themselves killed, then no matter how strong they were, the scales would tip. And that would be the end.

To make it worse, the battlefield was massive and filled with countless legacies. How many people would willingly abandon a chance at immortality just to go hunt down enemies?

Very few.

“Did you see any of our allies?” Long Chen asked quietly.

Xia Chen shook his head.

“The gate’s pressure was too overwhelming. I only managed to hold the formation for a blink. It wasn’t clear, and I could barely glimpse the overall state of the channels.”

After hesitating for a bit, Xia Chen proposed, “Boss, what if… what if we bring in the rest of the Dragon Domain’s elites? If that many people are throwing themselves into the abyss, maybe we should counter with numbers. At least, we could sweep for legacies faster. Otherwise, the imbalance will be too great.”

Long Chen eyed the primal chaos scales and sank into thought. Ultimately, he shook his head.

He said, “They aren’t strong enough. If we send them in now, they’ll only add to the casualties. The dragon race’s karmic luck has already returned. If there are legacies here that belong to us, then a hundred thousand warriors are enough. If not, then it doesn’t matter how many we send.”

Xia Chen didn’t argue after hearing that.

Just then, the gate stopped shaking, and the whirlpools slowly started to gather.

“The gate’s about to open!”

Everyone held their breath. This was what they were waiting for.